This is my Truth.

There was a time when I loved the abuse.

Of course, that's not how I saw it back then.

I remember the moment I "woke up." Not what I was doing, but the feeling. The clicking as puzzles pieces slowly fell into place. The sinking dread when I realized we weren't playing.

But what did more damage than anything was how I never told anyone. How I isolated myself to protect my parents ... protect my abusers ... protect the way the world saw me. I was scared, alone – and the guilt trapped inside ate away at my soul.

So I forgot.

I became a "normal" and "happy" girl.

What I didn't realize though is that in my forgetting, I severed a deep connection to myself. The part of myself that could experience true, boundless joy. Something only found by living in the light of Truth.

This is my Truth.

And I've never been happier.